i went to a funeral this morning. my friend from high school, scott vaughan, who was only 33 died last tuesday. he had suffered long from mental illness, and finally had enough and took his own life. he left behind a wife and stepson, and many friends and family. we were in the same "new-wave" crowd in high school. he was so cute and wore his hair in a mohawk when i first met him. we even hung out together while he was in college here. then i moved to l.a. and lost track... i didn't even know he was in the army, went to school in maryland and got a master's in sociology, got married, none of it. now i know, but a sad way to find out. they did a slide show of him from birth and on... it's strange, here is this baby, young boy, that i didn't know then, and then pictures came up from his high school days, and i was thinking, i remember that, how he used to dress, his hair, i knew him then, and then the pictures go on to his life in maryland .. & i didn't know him again. strange. even though i only knew him for a brief time (6 years) i'm glad i did. he was such a nice, kind, compassionate person. he will be missed.